Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.